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Mar. 4th, 2005 10:54 pmFleur is laying across a rock just watching Ophelia and her boy from afar, not seeming to notice that she is sunbathing in the dead of the scottish winter.
She knows the boy is dead; a bit obvious that. What should she do now? Her dead girlfriend's boyfriend is now dead too. They are cutely dead together. The boy loves Ophelia. Ophelia loves the boy. She should be happy because her cherie is happy, sane, and so beautiful, but all Fleur can think of "where do I fit in thiz?"
Where does she fit? With Bernard, they had an understanding. Bernard loved Ophelia like a sister, Ophelia loved many other people, and Fleur...was content. With this little boy...Fleur is sure he wants to be the only one.
So she lays there, turning the equation over and over in her head and is never satisfied with the answer she reaches.
She knows the boy is dead; a bit obvious that. What should she do now? Her dead girlfriend's boyfriend is now dead too. They are cutely dead together. The boy loves Ophelia. Ophelia loves the boy. She should be happy because her cherie is happy, sane, and so beautiful, but all Fleur can think of "where do I fit in thiz?"
Where does she fit? With Bernard, they had an understanding. Bernard loved Ophelia like a sister, Ophelia loved many other people, and Fleur...was content. With this little boy...Fleur is sure he wants to be the only one.
So she lays there, turning the equation over and over in her head and is never satisfied with the answer she reaches.
